monday morning

My laptop is living on East Coast time. It's nearly noon here in the UK but I look at the screen and see that it's not even 7am at home. That's why Twitter is so quiet, my friends at home are still waking up.

I'm in Graham's kitchen, facing the windows overlooking the yard. It's beautifully sunny. I may need to take a walk later. It's chilly but not freezing and I'm wearing one slipper sock. I knit it yesterday evening. I've cast on for the second, it's on the table in front of me. My hands are quite cold after washing mushrooms.

We haven't eaten yet. I'm running on two cups of coffee and an imaginary clementine. (The fruit bowl was empty when I went to get one.) I'm feeling a little hungry and am tempted to have shortbread and chocolate, both of which are in abundance. But I'd like to eat a little healthier today. Graham will be cooking a full English breakfast for us once he's progressed a little further on his paper. A full English breakfast isn't the most healthy thing, but I think it will be better than shortbread and chocolate.

Today I'd like to knit the second slipper and draft something for the magazine project. I've been thinking about the writing since last night, percolating away. I wish I had that copy of Twilight I tried reading. I think a lot of my comments there are similar to my feelings about a certain fashion magazine.